Fiction

I will tell you what I remember from high school, and I will tell you how you can follow in my sinful and lowly footsteps, that your blood might be as holy as mine. 

(Lights lift up in hallway, WINNIE and BEA step out stage right while Rebecca comes out stage left)

WINNIE

Hey ‘Becca you wanna come to my place after school?

Cool mud on his face, a soft breeze to the sky, and something about the air. It smelled, off. Better. Cleaner. Jack opens his eyes to see himself in a forest with blue leaves. 

For the last four months since I lost my job, me and my daughter, Willow, have been living in the abandoned parking lot where the old Merry-Go-Round store used to be.

It was roughly ten hours too early for Private First Class James C. Bartholomew to be marching.

Dear 1849,

I’m supposed to close on you in about two days. The lawyer keeps calling it “finalizing the transaction,” but that’s not really what this is.

There was a man who worked on the corner of Bellevue and St. James six days a week, who only came out at dusk to have a smoke. I usually saw him from a distance, across from the park. He was weary, very weary.

a time, there was a girl who adored space. She read pages upon pages of books about constellations and the stars, memorizing names and how many miles away they were from earth.

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I wake up today to a grey sort of feeling, like dawn, but mixed with bits of lint and dust. I keep having nightmares, every time I dare to close my eyes, but I must keep moving. 

One morning

I woke up,

With the stars shining in my face

Amidst the gentle midnight blue sky.

No sun to greet me, 

No moon to comfort me.

I sit in my closet, my phone in my hands, dialing 911. Downstairs, I hear glasses breaking, tables and chairs being thrown and smashed against the wall, the man who broke into our home screaming. 

My name is Leah, I’m 12, and I’m weird. My mom says it’s not me, it’s just everyone else and they’re still growing up, but if I’m the odd one out, I’m pretty sure it’s just me.